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March 2009, vol 5 no 1
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Beverly Tift Mermaids Do you remember when we were eleven or twelve, you were the first one to shave your legs? Your mother yelled 'you are too young' so loud that I didn't do mine until I was thirteen. summer sun walking the waves our voices Forty-five years later, I lather my calves . . . then sluice water through winter's hirsute growth. That sighing sound is just the sea. moonless night the undertow chatters stones, and shells |